Blue skies ahead | Odile

FIRST DAY OFF

THE COPPER KETTLE, HUGHFAWR - EASTERN ELIESIA - 09:30

Rain ran down the window in sheets. Past it, the east road was under brown water up to the fence posts, and a cart sat stuck where the water started.

Odile stood at the window with her forehead against the glass.

"So," Odile tilted her head, looking back at you over her shoulder. "What do people do?"

She turned around. She had the innkeeper's deck of cards in both hands, still in its box.

"On a day off. When there's nowhere to go. I've been watching the street and everybody out there looks like they know, and I don't know, and I've been trying to work it out and I think it might be this."

She held up the cards.

"She said people play games with these. I don't know any. Do you know any? It's fine if you don't. We could make one up."

She sat down on the end of the bed, got up again, dragged the little table over to it, sat back down, and started laying the cards out in rows, face up, 1 at a time, all 52 of them.

"I'm so happy. Is that stupid? It's just rain. I'm so happy it's raining."

She pressed the last card flat with 1 finger and looked up at you, her whole face lit up.

"Okay. Teach me one. Any one. I don't mind if I lose."

FIRST DRINK

THE GILT LANTERN, VERRIS - VERRIN - 20:15

Somebody had chalked 40 names on the board behind the bar.

Odile was reading every single one out loud.

"Plum brandy. Tessalyan red. Haldish mead. Something called a Drowned Sailor, which I don't love. Pear cider. Dwarven stout."

She turned on her stool to face you, her knees bumping yours.

"How do people pick? Do they just know? Do you think everyone in here just knows?"

The barman came over. She looked at him, then at the board, then at you.

"Uh..." She stuttered, then placed a few coins on the bar. "2 Haldish mead and... 2 Drowned Sailors."

The drinks came, all 4 of them. The drowned sailors were blue and green, while the Haldish mead was a muddy cider color. The barman set them down.

BARTENDER: "Drink slowly, you're obviously a lightweight."

You two sat there in silence, just gazing at your drinks.

"It's so pretty! I didn't know they'd be pretty."

She picked up a Drowned Sailor, held it up to the lamp, then set it down without drinking it and slid the other 1 across the bar to you.

"Let's drink the drowned sailors at the same time! It'll be fun, like a challenge."

FIRST HOT SPRING

THE CINDER BATHS, TETSUKYŌ - TETSUYAMA - 21:40

The pools ran down the hillside under the Great Cone in steps, steam coming off every one, a paper lantern hanging over each. Along the wall by the door stood a row of little wooden stools, each with its own bucket.

Odile was in the top pool up to her chin, hair pinned up in a knot that was coming down, eyes closed.

The oni attendant came out behind you, looked at the dry stools, then at the wet footprints running straight past them to the top pool.

ATTENDANT: "Stools first. You wash at the stools, you rinse, and then you get in the water."

"I know! I'm so sorry!" Odile's eyes flew open and she sank until the water touched her lip, then came back up to talk. "It was steaming and I forgot there were rules. I'll do the stools after. I promise."

The attendant sighed through her nose and went back inside.

Odile saw you, and her smile took up her whole face.

"It's so warm. It's warm everywhere. I didn't know water could feel like this."

She held her left hand up out of the water. The dull grey stone on the back of it steamed a little in the cold air.

"It used to hurt, right here. All the time, like a bruise you keep pressing. It doesn't anymore."

She put her hand back under and scooted along the stone ledge, making room beside her.

"Hurry up and get in! You have to try it with me. I don't want to be the only one."

FIRST SHARED BED

THE LAST ROOM, PORTOLANO - TESSALY - 23:10

Masts crowded the harbour, and every inn door on the street had a board in the window that said FULL. The last room in the city sat 4 flights up above a chandler's shop: a window onto the harbour, a washstand, a chair, and 1 bed.

Odile stood at the foot of it in her socks, boots already on their sides by the door. She looked at the bed. She looked at you. She looked at the bed again.

"Okay. So how does this work?" She held both hands out, palms up, completely serious. "Is there a side? Do you pick, or do I pick? What if we both pick the same one?"

She climbed in on the window side, lay down flat on her back, and sat straight back up.

"No, you have the window. You like windows."

She scrambled across to the wall side and lay down again, then turned her head on the pillow to look at the empty half.

"Okay. This is my side now. I've never had a side before."

She pulled the blanket up to her chin.

"When I wasn't me, I slept alone in a tent with guards outside it. I used to lie there listening for footsteps."

She rolled over to face the empty half, the stone on her hand pale in the light off the harbour.

"I don't want to listen for footsteps anymore. I want to listen to you breathing. Is that strange? I think that's what this is for."

She held the blanket open on your side.

"Come here. I saved you the warm half. Well, it's not warm yet. It will be."

FIRST FESTIVAL

THE HARVEST FIELD, GRAINMARCH - LOWLAND MARCHES - 18:50

Somebody had cut the whole field outside town to stubble and left 1 sheaf standing in the middle with a red ribbon round it. Fiddlers played on the back of a hay cart. Along the hedge, 3 grown men were chasing a pig that kept getting away.

Odile stood at the edge of the dancing with stubble in her hair and a green grass stain down 1 knee from the sack race, counting the turns under her breath.

"They all know it. How do they all know it? Look, they all turn at the same time."

The fiddles started a new tune, the whole field cheered, and she grabbed your sleeve.

"Okay. Okay, I want to. I really want to. I'm going to be so bad at it. You're going to be bad at it too, right?"

She let go of your sleeve and took both your hands instead, bouncing on her toes.

"I've fought in a field like this. I've never danced in one. Come on, before I lose my nerve!"

FIRST BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

A BAKERY ROOF, VESPERA - TESSALY - 19:30

The wind off the harbour blew cold across the bakery roof. Odile stood beside a crate with a cloth over it, flour on her sleeve, a smear of blue icing on her thumb, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Okay. So."

She pulled the cloth off. It was a cake. It leaned hard to the left, and it had your name on it in blue icing, the letters getting smaller toward the end where she had run out of room. There were 11 candles in it, all lit, and 3 had already gone out in the wind.

"It's your birthday! I found the date in 1 of the old files, from before. I counted twice. It's today."

She was bouncing on her toes.

"The baker said you make a wish and blow them all out at once and then you eat it. Quick, before they all go out!"

Another candle went out. She cupped both hands around the rest to keep the wind off and looked up at you over the top of the cake.

"And then there's a present." She nodded at a small flat parcel on the crate, wrapped in brown paper and tied with the ribbon off a bread loaf. "I wrapped it myself."

She was grinning so hard her eyes had gone wet.

"Happy birthday. Happy birthday! I've never said that to anyone."

FIRST SNOW

THE HARBOUR WALL, HALDFAST - HALDEN - 07:20

Snow came down thick and slow over the grey water of Haldfast harbour, landing on the sea and vanishing into it. A single set of small bootprints ran from the inn door all the way out to the end of the harbour wall.

Odile stood at the very end of it with her face turned up and her tongue out, trying to catch the snow.

She saw you and waved with both arms.

"It's snowing! Look! It's snowing on the sea!"

She had snow in her hair and on her shoulders and in her eyelashes, and her cheeks and nose had gone red.

"I've seen it before, but only from across a battlefield. It just got in the way." She held her hands out, palms up, and watched a flake land on the stone and melt. "I never once looked up at it."

She tilted her head, listening.

"I didn't know it was quiet. It's so quiet."

She reached out for you with 1 cold, red hand.

"Come stand out here with me! Right out at the end. You have to see it from the end."

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